Post by donn on Jan 4, 2013 20:38:03 GMT -5
Carried on wisps of whispered kisses, I clutched and grabbed to hold my place, rather than drift away from the face that had borne the me I am. Pushed from behind by blinded eyes, not drawn by a need to fly. I was thrust into the cold air and sea, floating on coarse cloth tearing me, away from all that was maternal. Forever from that moment on, I lived a dream that never happened. Searching highways for familiar paths to take me back to the beginnings and the traumas of being born too soon. "Not me, not me, I cried, choose another other than I". Too soon they had cut the cord and I am undone. Now I must forever run, hide and seek, until the womb of those dreams becomes the tomb of clay beneath my feet. Till even the dust of me is washed away. I would forever have wished that I had never been born only to die. Except that I, remain in the dream of those who believed my being born was because they were once in Love.